Sorry I haven't updated in a few days, I've been super busy :P Here's a short little filler chapter. Review, my unconventional conventionalists!

The entire cast was bustling around me in the auditorium. Everyone seemed to have some song to run, some dance to practice, some scene to rehearse, some costume to change, something important to do... everyone, except me. Not that I didn't have anything to do, because I did. But in all honestly, all I felt like doing was sitting on the fluffy prop couch and going over the previous night in my head.

I got carried away. I let my feelings get the best of me. I made Sam uncomfortable. And now... well, now he was never going to speak to me again. And to think I was beginning to doubt he was...

No, I told myself. I couldn't get lost in my wishful thinking again. It only hurt me more.

"What's your deal?"

I looked up from my lap to find Quinn, in her Transylvanian Party-Goer costume, sitting down next to me. I sighed.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking."

"I see." She nodded, looking down. Something was obviously wrong with her, too.

"How about you?" I asked.

She scoffed. "My boyfriend just broke up with me."

My mind practically exploded. "Really?"

She nodded.

"Do you have any idea why?"

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then shook her head.

Neither of us said anything for a while after that. Could this mean...? Did this mean...? No, I reminded myself. Just because he looks gay and acts gay and seems to be interested in rehearsing with you and just broke up with his girlfriend doesn't mean he is gay. In reality, though, they made quite a nauseating couple. They looked like brother and sister, to be honest. And everything they did together was so awkward, it was bordering in painful.

I looked up at her. "May I be blunt?"

"Be my guest."

"I...I think it might be for the best," I said tentatively. "Dating the new kid will be pretty dangerous to your newly restored crystalline reputation, and Puckerman is still hung up o-"

"You like him, don't you?"

Oh shit. "What?"

"I see the way you look at him."

"Quinn, it's really, I mean, I..." Okay, she won. "...is it really that obvious?"

Quinn smiled. Then giggled, followed by another giggle. Soon, she was laughing, covering her mouth shyly.

"What's so funny?"

She shook her head. "Nothing, nothing." Then she mumbled something to herself that I couldn't make out.

"Fine then, Quinn, be that way."

"I'm sorry," she said, patting my shoulder. "I gotta go change, I'm doing the number where I wear a big metal dress next."

She stood up, prancing away, with the distinct look on her face that told me she knew something I didn't.

I continued sitting on the couch, watching everyone scramble around, avoiding contact with humanity and drowning on my own thoughts. What could she have been laughing about? She wasn't that mean spirited that she would laugh at my hopelessly unrequited crush, was she? My musings were soon interrupted by a change in weight on the other side of the couch. Sam had plopped himself down, arms crossed, looking frustrated. The paranoia rose in my throat.

"Hey you," I said nonchalantly.

"Hey," he replied. "Thanks for helping me yesterday. Sorry I had to leave early."

"It's no problem. Sorry about my dad."

He chuckled. "S'okay. He was just being protective, I get it."

"So what are you working on now?" I asked, eager to change the subject.

"Oh, you know, just general stuff."

"I see."

We sat there in silence for a few moments, the awkwardness thick in the air. Then, he spoke.

"Actually, Kurt, I think there's another scene you could help me with..."